Emotionally, I find it hard to believe. Just one glance at the nearly six-foot-tall young man who calls me "Dad", though, is enough to make it clear that ten years have, indeed, passed.
The ending of a decade feels very much like the ending of a chapter of a book. Lots of things happened, and some threads were started and even resolved, but the tale is still not finished.
Below are the biggest events in our lives in the chapter that was:
BILL OF HEALTH
Ten years ago, the biggest medical concerns on both SpousalGoddess' and my minds was weight loss. We dieted, we exercised, but for the life of us we couldn't seem to shed weight like our counterparts.
A decade on, that concern seems almost silly.
In 2005 I was diagnosed with three separate sleep disorders: Obstructive Sleep Apnea, Restless Leg Syndrom, and Shift Work Sleep Disorder. Any one of those issues is a challenge; all three together form a disability that has forced me to change careers not once, but twice in the past five years.
Fortunately, maintaining my health with this challenge is quite simple; I just need to sleep and work on a regular schedule. For that I feel blessed.
The other major medical condition in our family isn't quite as simple.
In April of 2009, SpousalGoddess was diagnosed with Relapse / Remission Multiple Sclerosis. This news has changed our lives entirely. We're adjusting to a world where stress has to be managed, where rest is a top priority, and where the national mantra -- "Push Yourself!"-- has to be a thing of the past.
More than anything, both diagnosis have made us realize how precious life is, and how every day has to count. It's made us more selective of what we do with our time, and more likely to say "No," than ever before. Neither development is a bad thing.
COMING OF AGE
Ten years ago, MonkeyDude was MonkeyBoy, and SportyGirl was a burbling bundle of hair and grins we lovingly called "The Alien".
While MonkeyDude's gentle nature already defined him, his social network was lacking. We lived in a tiny "1,100" square foot apartment that only reached those dimensions because the complex counted our parking space in the square footage. (No, I'm not kidding) Add in that we were in the not-so-friendly city of White Bear Lake, and the result was that we were always the outsiders.
In the decade that followed, MonkeyDude became a confident young man with a genuine set of marketable skills as a 3D artist, a talent for acting, and a hard work ethic. Meanwhile, The Alien became a beautiful young teenaged force of nature. Both strong and gentle in turns, she is every bit the daughter I'd hoped she would be.
I couldn't be more proud of my children if I tried. Sure, I'd hoped MonkeyDude's GPA would be higher, but I also know why he never seemed to be able to crack an "A" out of his Minnesotan instructors. (Besides, his ACT scores proved once-and-for-all that his grades did not reflect his knowledge.) Sporty Girl could keep a cleaner room, and be more conscientious about straightening up, but she's improving every month. Those are just nits, though. I'm lucky to have the kids that I do.
Most importantly, both of my kids have grown into people I enjoy being around. I count myself well and truly blessed for that.
A SMALL SLICE OF THE AMERICAN DREAM
The year 2000 was barely forty-eight hours old before SpousalGoddess and I started looking for homes. We'd come to realize that our apartment living in White Bear Lake was a rocket sled to nowhere, and opted to find a home closer to our workplace.
There followed three months of looking at homes in the Osseo area. We were unimpressed, both with the homes, and with the prices. Frustrated, we gave up the search.
As luck would have it, SpousalGoddess took a day off from work in April of 2000, and drove around what would be our new home city. She happened across a lovely townhome that was up for sale, and showed it to me.
Three months later, we moved in.
Nine months after that, we sold the townhome and moved into our current house.
It turned out that living in the townhome was like surviving in an expensive, 1,600 square foot apartment complex. Worse, within weeks of settling-in, our quiet next door neighbours were replaced by mouthy nurses who liked to bang on our bedroom walls during the day while SpousalGoddess and I had conversations. Those reasons -- along with elderly neighbor who actually glared at our kids when we said "Hello!" in the morning -- drove us back into the house hunting market.
Though the house we purchased wasn't perfect -- by a long shot -- it has been our kid's homes for most of the decade. Better still, the neighborhood has been fantastic, the kids Sporty Girl and MonkeyDude met became their friends, and, all in all, its been a pretty damned nice suburban existence.
Of course, now that MonkeyDude is looking to move out to college, we're starting to consider getting the place ready for sale. Though I'm not saddened by the prospect quite yet -- there's so much work to do that it's a little daunting -- I know that, when the day inevitably comes when we move on, the waterworks will flow freely.
More than anything, though, just having a place to call our home has been a gift. In an era when so many people have lost even that luxury, I can't help but be happy with what I have.
LIVING OUR DREAMS
Ten years ago, SpousalGoddess and I both wondered if we'd made a terrible mistake. We'd been in Minneapolis for over a year, and had yet to make a single friend. Our apartment was tiny and expensive, our work didn't pay that well, and we were just unhappy. How, then, would we make our world any better?
We did, of course. In the past ten years we:
- Co-produced a local horror TV show
- Became published writers
- Made movies, including a feature length project
- Performed on stage, both as ensemble and as leads
- Took and excelled in leadership roles at work
- Played board and RPG games around our home table
- Both owned our own businesses, which enjoyed genuine successes before the market turned
Of course, all of those dreams came at a cost: Time with our kids.
Fortunately, even the time away from the kids was productive. Both MonkeyDude and Sporty Girl learned first hand how TV was made, and as such are mostly immune to actor worship. They also got to see what running a business costs, both financially and emotionally.
Ironically enough, it's consistenly been Corporate America that has demanded the most time away from my kids. Given the utter lack of loyalty shown by said firms, I am understandbly very protective of my time with my kids now. Let the execs making seven figures give up their families. That's not for me.
REDEFINING FRIENDSHIPS
There isn't a single day that goes by where I'm not glad that I went to Orlando, Florida for four months in 2008. Not for the skills I learned there, though those were nice. No, what makes me face every day with a smile is one simple fact: Friends really do remain friends, no matter the time, the distance, or the disagreements. That's what Orlando reminded me of in 2008.
The reason I needed that reminder, sadly, is that many of the people whom we called "friends" in the past decade caused me to question that simple truth. Their behavior was utterly baffling, until I finally worked out the code that made Minneapolis "friendships" work.
Because of these experiences -- and more particularly, given the cold way in which our friendship with Mistress Betty and Gamma Dragon just stopped without so much as an explanation -- I've since become very guarded with people in the region. I've been burned once too often, thanks.
Fortunately, there was some good that came of the pain our former friends put us through; each failed relationship ended up serving as an object lesson in bad behavior for our kids. To whit:
- Don't Promise What You Won't Deliver
- Doing the Right Thing Will Often Cause Resentment
- Live Up to Your End of a Bargain
- Be Respectful of Other's Homes and Property
- Don't Drink Excessively
- Don't Do Drugs
- Take Care of Your Responsibilities First, and Your Dreams Will Follow
- You Have a Right to Happiness, Despite What Others May Say
- "Tolerance" Does Not Equate to "Permission"
- Gender Equality Does Not Mean the Man is Always Wrong
- Being a Bully Not Only Masks Insecurity, It Usually Makes the Person a Real Unpleasant Dick
- Special Snowflakes? They Melt. (Sadly, They Usually Cause Damage in the Process)
By contrast, I hear from my DAVE School friends regularly, and every time we talk it's a treat. We even met Scully at the airport this past week, and spoke with her for three hours while she waited for a transfer flight. That we have such a good rapport after so many disagreements and so much time says a lot about friendships made out of the region.
LEARNING WHAT MATTERS
We've gained a lot in the past ten years. A new car, cameras, TVs, a fantastic DVD collection, and amazing computers.
They mean nothing.
What matters is family. Being there for your kids, for your spouse, and for each other is what makes life worth living.
When I look back at the decade, I don't really remember the time on a video game, or making a movie, or plugging away at work. What I remember is how my son's gap-toothed smile became the self-assured grin of a young man. I marvel at how my daughter went from the bundle in a blanket to the soccer-playing powerhouse that she is today. Most of all, though, I regret the distractions that didn't let me see those changes more closely than I did.
As we face the uncertain days ahead, let this knowledge be a source of strength: It doesn't matter what money you make, or what you can buy. What matters in the end is that you're there for your kids. If that sounds like a burden, rest assured that one day, far sooner than you'd like, they'll be moving on without you.
Make sure you've made memories with your kids that will last a lifetime. Heaven knows, I wish I had done more of that.
Here's to another chapter in our lives.
Tony Bruno
31 December 2009














